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HushA Poem from the novel "The Essence of Poetry: Gerald's Initial Book of Poems" Written by: Gerald L. Ingraham It is only a quarter til eleven And all that's on my mind Is a beautiful lady from heaven. I'm a man that you always spellbind With not a single word, but a stare. I cannot sleep because of you, But you don't even care. I exist, baby, and you didn't know I do. So hush, don't speak... I am not nearly done. I've only been getting more weak As I keep hiding what's going on. Don't say a single thing Because your body language says it all. You are the one for whom i've got a fling. The one for me whom time has stalled. Your beauty speaks the word Which a heart cannot make a mouth say. Regardless to what heart or heard, Do not take my hope away. I only feel hope when I see you. Is there a way to make it fulfilled? I know after seeing you, dreams come true And that's what your finess revealed. Oh, your smile is so lovely. It is not only thing that has me musing. Nothing about you defines ugly Your complete beauty has me perusing And writing this as the only way That I could get through to you To say what I must say Because I don't see another scenario to do. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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